'' A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even on solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.''
Vita Sakville - West
FALL INTO POETRY!
Who am I?
I’m coffee
I’m coffee in a warm cup.
I’m singing
I’m singing, a beautiful place in your sound.
I’m mango's
I’m mango's on a mango tree.
I’m cooking
I’m cooking, a peaceful thing to do.
I’m ice cream
I’m ice cream melting in the summer hotness.
I’m Italy food
I’m Italy food, cooking on my stove!
I’m not pickles
I’m not pickles in a jar.
I’m not skipping
I’m not skipping, never happening.
I’m not slugs
I’m not slugs on the green grass.
I’m not spiders
I’m not spiders, hopping around.
I’m not shots
I’m not shots, that thing freaks me out.
I’m not going to the dentist
I’m NOT going to the dentist, that place creeps me out.
'' A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even on solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.''
FALL INTO POETRY!
Who am I?
I’m coffee
I’m coffee in a warm cup.
I’m singing
I’m singing, a beautiful place in your sound.
I’m mango's
I’m mango's on a mango tree.
I’m cooking
I’m cooking, a peaceful thing to do.
I’m ice cream
I’m ice cream melting in the summer hotness.
I’m Italy food
I’m Italy food, cooking on my stove!
I’m not pickles
I’m not pickles in a jar.
I’m not skipping
I’m not skipping, never happening.
I’m not slugs
I’m not slugs on the green grass.
I’m not spiders
I’m not spiders, hopping around.
I’m not shots
I’m not shots, that thing freaks me out.
I’m not going to the dentist
I’m NOT going to the dentist, that place creeps me out.
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